Keeping Score

I went to see the Mets and Dodgers on a "Free Shirt Friday" that I assume will be my one trip to Citi Field this year.

I kept score, as I generally do when I go to the ballpark by myself.

If you prefer a verbal description, I can provide that as well.

Goats Plus

I was eager last year to see the home opener of the Hartford Yard Goats' inaugural season. Construction delays and litigation, however, resulted in the team playing its entire first season on the road; there was no home opener.

In their sophomore year, Melvin worked out an itinerary of Goats plus teams I have seen but he has not, plus time for him to accomplish some work.

Dunkin Donuts Park, eight months before opening day
image courtesy of Google through Creative Commons license

The 2017 Trans-Appalachian Evidentiary Expedition

We cut a less destructive swath through Appalachia.

In contrast with my periodic and emotional responses to the dissatisfaction of blogging, Melvin wrote a comprehensive and well reasoned analysis earlier this year. I don't do Melvin's exploration justice, not even to this individual point, but he included the observation:

"On the basic level, independent of any possible larger issues, I think the blog can serve a useful recording function: here are some of the places we went, in the order we went to them, with some pictures. ...having all the trip-related experiences at least alluded to in a common place has an evidentiary value...."

In the spirit of that statement, and despite my resolution earlier this year, the following records with a minimum of narrative our recent trip south through the Mid-Atlantic states and the return through Appalachia.

Nothing to See

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I'd love to tell you all about the Vent Haven Museum, the one and only true shrine of ventriloquism, but it would be a little lacking because of the place's strict policy forbidding the distribution of photographs. And, really, the visuals are critical. I have a bunch of alarming shots that I can show to myself, but you, my friend, are SOL—unless you go there yourself, which, really, I think you should.

So instead let's do a nonexhaustive recap of our tour of the Midwest last month, with a goodly number of legit pictures, just (barely) in advance of our trans-Appalachian epic.

Mr. Happy Go Lucky

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As John Mellencamp sings on Track 5 of the 1996 album shown above, "This may not be the end of the world... but you can see it from here." Rolling Stone described Mr. Happy Go Lucky as "long on atmospherics, a dark-carnival collage of mad laughter and distant whispers." If that's not something for a blogger to aspire to, I don't know what is. They also called it "a little uneven but unrepentant," while No Depression called Mellencamp "wonderfully mixed up, unclear about who he is and why he does the things he does," all of which seems fitting, too. 

If everything goes more or less as planned, 2017 could well be the antepenultimate one of Baseball Byways. That is, by the end of the 2019 season, Rob and I might be able to say that we have been to all the active MLB and MILB stadiums. (Characterizing that moment in time as being "done" raises a slew of terminological questions that might get addressed at a later date.)

We start this year, fittingly, in Indiana, home state of this post's bard. Herewith the belated but ambitious season preview for 2017:

Dippin' Don'ts

Excuse me, maestro, at this point I have to interrupt... While this is hardly a political or news-driven blog, I feel obliged to weigh in on today's kerfuffle over Dippin' Dots, ballpark institution and onetime Ice Cream of the Future.

It transpires that new White House Press Secretary Julius Streicher Sean Spicer has had it in for the quasi-scientific quasi-dairy product for some years, calling it, among other terribly clever monikers, "The Ice Cream of the Past." This clash could have been avoided altogether had Spicer (or, indeed, anyone) heeded our observation from nearly three years ago—namely, that Dippin' Dots is no longer from the future not because it's antiquated but because we now live in the future.

Which anyone who has seen Idiocracy could have already told you.

Bots are Reading the Blog

...but it appears they can only read the first page. I have temporarily changed a setting so only one post is displayed on each page. Melvin and I apologize for any inconvenience to human readers. (Yes, both of you.)

Update: January 24, 2017
That didn't work so I have reset the posts-per-page setting again.